Evil MC's NTR Harem

Grace didn't fight, didn't resist—she merely lay there, waiting for the inevitable, her breathing shallow, her hands clenched into weak, trembling mess as it tried to cover her modesty.

It was simply not enough.

Ross chuckled under his breath.

He had seen this kind of defiance before—the kind that wasn't truly defiance at all.

She thought ignoring him, shutting herself away, would change anything.

She thought it would make her less desirable, less enticing.

How foolish.

Without warning, he captured her lips.

"Mmmph—!"

Grace's eyes flew open, her body tensing in shock.

The moment their lips met, she felt the heat, the power, the overwhelming dominance in his kiss.

He was rough, demanding, taking what he wanted without hesitation.

His lips moved against hers with intoxicating control, pressing, sucking, tasting—sealing her breath inside his mouth.

She whimpered, hands pushing weakly against his chest, but he was unmoved.

He kissed her deeper, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips, coaxing, demanding entry.

She refused at first, her lips trembling, her body twisting beneath him in a futile attempt to escape.

But he only pressed harder, his grip firm as he held her in place, consuming her inch by inch.

Grace's struggles grew more frantic.

She turned her head, trying to break free, but Ross followed her, catching her lips again, swallowing her gasps as if drinking from a precious cup.

His hunger was relentless, and her resistance only stoked the fire within him.

A dozen breaths passed—long, agonizing moments of helpless defiance—before she finally managed to tear herself away.

She gasped for air, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, her lips wet and trembling from his relentless assault.

"Please… don't kiss me."

Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with helplessness, with desperation.

Her eyes, wide and pleading, searched his face for mercy, for even the slightest hint of restraint.

But Ross merely smirked.

Her lips were even more beautiful when swollen from his kisses.

Her breathless, shaken state only made her more alluring, more vulnerable.

She was still resisting, still clinging to the illusion of control.

That would change.

Ignoring her plea, he dipped his head once more, capturing her lips again in a deep, lingering kiss.

He took his time this time, savoring the way she trembled, the way her body instinctively arched beneath him, betraying her fragile will.

She could resist all she wanted. It wouldn't matter.

Because soon, she would surrender.

And when she did, it would be completely.

What is this? Grace wondered, her thoughts dissolving into a haze as she drowned in Ross's kiss.

His lips were firm yet teasing, demanding yet tender, igniting something deep inside her she had never felt before.

Her body trembled against his, every nerve tingling, alive with sensations too intense to comprehend.

She had been kissed before, but never like this. Never with such raw hunger, such possessiveness.

It was as if Ross was branding her with every touch, every flick of his tongue, every slow, deliberate press of his lips against hers.

Her body reacted on instinct, pressing closer to him, desperate for more.

Heat coiled in her tight pink pussy, spreading through her veins, leaving her drenched in anticipation.

His hands roamed her back, trailing fire wherever they touched, until they settled just above the sexy curve of her ass.

"Hahhh…" She finally broke away, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

Her head spun, her body weak and trembling from the sheer force of his kiss.

She barely had the strength to lift her heavy eyelids, but when she did, she found Ross watching her with a smirk.

"What was that you said?" His voice was low, rich with amusement and something far darker.

"That you don't want me to kiss you?"

Grace's breath hitched as he traced a slow path down her arm, his fingers featherlight against her overheated skin.

"Then maybe…" He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You should move your hands away from the rest of your body… so I can love them just as much as I did your sweet lips."

Her heart pounded. She could barely think, barely breathe.

"No," she whispered, her voice almost lost in the space between them.

Ross's smirk deepened. That was all he needed to hear.

With a low, satisfied hum, he captured her lips again—this time with more intensity, more fire.

His kiss was wild, consuming, a force of nature that left her completely undone.

And Grace?

She surrendered to it.

How could she not surrender to him? Ross was a master of lovemaking—so skilled that he could probably make the dead come hard for him with just a look.

And right now, all of that skill was focused solely on her.

"Mmm…" Grace whimpered into his mouth, completely lost in his kiss.

It wasn't just the way his lips moved against hers, firm yet teasing, claiming yet coaxing—it was the way his entire presence consumed her.

His scent, his warmth, the way his hands roamed her body with confident ease… It was too much, yet not nearly enough.

She had never felt like this before. Never had a kiss ignited such unbearable need, never had her body reacted so helplessly.

Her nipples were so hard they ached, pressing against the steamy surface of her arm covering it and between her thighs, she was soaked.

Heat coiled low in her belly, an urgent, throbbing pressure building with each second that passed.

Her body moved on instinct, pressing against him, desperate for more friction, more contact, more him.

She didn't even realize how lost she was in the sensation until—

Oh God… I'm coming!

The thought barely registered before the pleasure slammed into her, stealing the breath from her lungs.

A sudden, uncontrollable shudder wracked her frame as the tension inside her snapped.

"Ahhhhhh…" Her thighs trembled, her back arched, and a choked gasp escaped her lips as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.